One of my favorite hymns of all-time; it's #192 in the 1982. The splendid lyric here:
This joyful Eastertide,
away with care and sorrow!
My Love, the Crucified,
hath sprung to life this morrow.
Had Christ, that once was slain,
ne'er burst his three-day prison,
our faith had been in vain;
but now is Christ arisen,
arisen, arisen, arisen.
Death's flood hath lost its chill,
since Jesus crossed the river:
Lover of souls, from ill
my passing soul deliver, Refrain
My flesh in hope shall rest,
and for a season slumber,
till trump from east to west
shall wake the dead in number. Refrain